Saturday, February 8, 2020

A Warm Chair

One day, one night
there was a dreamer
who loves to sit by the fireplace's warmth
rejuvenating in the calmness of heat
inside this cold, dark wooden cabin
where the lights are unlit, unwell
where termites have once bit, and well
the dreamer can never recall such a tragic history
a memory fabricated in a clothing factory
an ecstasy in a poorly-written biography
a grand fantasy, now just far too lonely

Alchemy
a wonderful concoction of love and hate
of dreams and reality
and a poem hidden within our tragedy
now witness me
savour this moment, where I cremate
all the beams of clarity
now a lost kitten, within our melody

One day, one night
I look up to the sky
swimming in the black sea of white stars
corals of nebulae, with their dusty figures
and today, tonight
I look up and I cry
as my soul will be buried in seven billion jars
my body wrapped tightly in my fate's ligatures

In this relaxing, windy, brightly-lit destiny
I wonder and wonder, what will be my legacy?

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